Spock could not help but feel uneasy with all of Uhura's attention being lavished on him.
The last bit of information he could recall before his awakening in sickbay had been of their last fight, before the mission that had de-aged him.
About how he was spending too much time with Jim and not sharing enough with her.
To him it felt like the fight had only just occurred and his sense of time was completely off kilter.
It amazed him that 18 weeks had passed without him having any recollection of them. Had Uhura not told him so he never would have believed it.
Other than the length of time he'd become unable to remember she also wouldn't tell him anything of his time de-aged.
It was like she was trying to pretend it hadn't happened and the more she did the more he desperately wanted to know what had.
Every time he tried to ask her she would change the subject or wave it away like it meant nothing.
He tried to contact Jim or Doctor McCoy, but Uhura seemed determined to keep him in her sights at all times while he was on medical leave.
It wasn't until a week after he'd awakened that he'd been able to convince her to leave him alone for his first shift. At least as much as she could while working on the other side of the bridge. He desperately tried to catch the Captain's eye so that he could invite him to his quarters after shift so that they could talk, but the blonde wouldn't look his way.
It was unnerving to be ignored so entirely by someone that, at least in his mind, Spock considered his dearest friend.
He tried in vain to draw the captain to his station for even the most trivial of matters, but Jim managed to avoid it every time. Spock missed the easy comradely that he'd had with the Jim over the past few years aboard the Enterprise and what was worse was the fact that he didn't know why. What could he possibly have done to make Jim hate him so during those unrecalled weeks?
It hurt and he didn't understand why. All he knew was that ever since he'd awakened in sickbay, he'd felt incomplete, even more so than when he'd lost his world.
Uhura told him what had happened over the course of the last 18 weeks didn't matter, but to him at the moment, nothing mattered more.
Spock disliked sickbay greatly. Between Nurse Chapel's constant flirting and Doctor McCoy's distasteful commentary about his half-breed biology, it was a place he avoided.
But he reluctantly entered the room of his own volition and knocked on Doctor McCoy's office door.
He was greeted with a rough "Come on in." from the other side.
Spock sighed internally and opened the door with the greatest sense of trepidation.
"Doctor McCoy, if I might have a word?"
Bones's head shot up at the sound of his voice and his face instantly grew grim.
"If it isn't my second favorite hobgoblin."
Spock said nothing and took a seat across from the doctor, the very same seat he'd taken only a week ago as the teen who wished more then anything to save Jim from the heartache he was feeling now.
"Doctor, I was hoping you could better inform me on what occurred during my weeks of being under the influence of the Utylis's potion. I have been left with only a lingering sense of unease and a gap in my memory of what occurred during that time. I had theorized that you would be more willing to inform me about what has occurred than Nyota has been."
Bones's face was a cross between knowing and pitying as he looked at Spock.
"I'm sorry Spock, but this isn't a conversation for you and I to have. Nyota clearly doesn't want you to find out about what happened and you're the one who picked her to be your bondmate."
Bones spat out the word bondmate with complete venom as he recalled her cruel words to Jim while Spock was burning.
"If you really want to know what happened I suggest you have a little chat with your chosen."
With that Bones exited his own office and left Spock to contemplate his words.
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